Whatever you want, at any moment, someone else is getting it. Whatever you have, someone else is longing for.

There are, of course, an infinite number of places where one is not, yet only one place where one actually is.

In fact, I think every book I've written has been inspired by a real event.

stinginess seemed instinctive to him. Darwinian even. He hadn't gotten to his current size by sharing.

There was no protection, no quota system when it came to luck. It was like that moment in math when a child learns that the odds of heads or tails is always one-in-two, no matter how many times one has flipped the coin and gotten heads. Every flip, the odds are the same. Every day, you could be unlucky all over again.

I begin each book with a challenge to myself.

Whatever you want, at any moment, someone else is getting it. Whatever you have, someone else is longing for.